Writing: Lets Try This Again…

These are my delusions of reference. Success will deliver a blade, watching the light turn red will deliver a smash, too many bites will shake the earth, slough mud, crud—my errant thoughts are like the small red bugs poisoning the feed. How can I let him heal me, when I cannot stand to stand down, cannot stand to uncoil myself long enough to chance not being able to pounce.